Cigarette pack tucked in my waistline
If I lose it, lose my damn mind
Up 90 with the plug on FaceTime
Interstate high, boutta cross state lines
Cheap gas, I get f*cked up speeding
Couldn't care less if you stopped breathing
Big grill, SRT, I want a demon
F*ck this NRT, I'm just fiending
Take me out
Hit me in the back of the head 'cause I ran the f*ck out
Couldn't shut my mouth if I tried, didn't do it for the clout
Every night I'm just f*cked off steady benefiting from the doubt
I know you do it for the clout
Talk shit, got a motherf*cking dick in your mouth
Do it for the clout
Couldn't care less that you left
Big frown on my face, ten shots to the chest
I don't smoke at the smoke sesh
Take a deep breath while you front like the rest
Chainsaw to the head
F*ckin' up the kid, can't treat me with respect
Remember what my dad said
Hangin from a thread, rather hang from my neck
Now I'm drinking in the daytime
It's a motherf*cking hate crime
Four bottles, thats the baseline
For that petty shit, hear you wine-ing from the grapevine
Three MacBooks at the same time
Daddy got big CEO money
And you built like a Simpson, stop frontin
Act woke for the instagram follow growth
Pull a RiceGum when your phone hit the ground runnin
Feel myself getting mad
I just want a hundred racks in my bag
F*ck that, imma end up dead instead
Drip red when face hit broken glass
And I stopped taking all my meds
Late nights spent out on percocet
Lay flat, hide from the feds
F*ck around and find me dead when the story ends
Declanbeyer. - WAISTLINE Lyrics
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Cigarette pack tucked in my waistline
If I lose it, lose my damn mind
Up 90 with the plug on FaceTime
Interstate high, boutta cross state lines
Cheap gas, I get f*cked up speeding
Couldn't care less if you stopped breathing
Big grill, SRT, I want a demon
F*ck this NRT, I'm just fiending
Take me out
Hit me in the back of the head 'cause I ran the f*ck out
Couldn't shut my mouth if I tried, didn't do it for the clout
Every night I'm just f*cked off steady benefiting from the doubt
I know you do it for the clout
Talk shit, got a motherf*cking dick in your mouth
Do it for the clout
Couldn't care less that you left
Big frown on my face, ten shots to the chest
I don't smoke at the smoke sesh
Take a deep breath while you front like the rest
Chainsaw to the head
F*ckin' up the kid, can't treat me with respect
Remember what my dad said
Hangin from a thread, rather hang from my neck
Now I'm drinking in the daytime
It's a motherf*cking hate crime
Four bottles, thats the baseline
For that petty shit, hear you wine-ing from the grapevine
Three MacBooks at the same time
Daddy got big CEO money
And you built like a Simpson, stop frontin
Act woke for the instagram follow growth
Pull a RiceGum when your phone hit the ground runnin
Feel myself getting mad
I just want a hundred racks in my bag
F*ck that, imma end up dead instead
Drip red when face hit broken glass
And I stopped taking all my meds
Late nights spent out on percocet
Lay flat, hide from the feds
F*ck around and find me dead when the story ends
If I lose it, lose my damn mind
Up 90 with the plug on FaceTime
Interstate high, boutta cross state lines
Cheap gas, I get f*cked up speeding
Couldn't care less if you stopped breathing
Big grill, SRT, I want a demon
F*ck this NRT, I'm just fiending
Take me out
Hit me in the back of the head 'cause I ran the f*ck out
Couldn't shut my mouth if I tried, didn't do it for the clout
Every night I'm just f*cked off steady benefiting from the doubt
I know you do it for the clout
Talk shit, got a motherf*cking dick in your mouth
Do it for the clout
Couldn't care less that you left
Big frown on my face, ten shots to the chest
I don't smoke at the smoke sesh
Take a deep breath while you front like the rest
Chainsaw to the head
F*ckin' up the kid, can't treat me with respect
Remember what my dad said
Hangin from a thread, rather hang from my neck
Now I'm drinking in the daytime
It's a motherf*cking hate crime
Four bottles, thats the baseline
For that petty shit, hear you wine-ing from the grapevine
Three MacBooks at the same time
Daddy got big CEO money
And you built like a Simpson, stop frontin
Act woke for the instagram follow growth
Pull a RiceGum when your phone hit the ground runnin
Feel myself getting mad
I just want a hundred racks in my bag
F*ck that, imma end up dead instead
Drip red when face hit broken glass
And I stopped taking all my meds
Late nights spent out on percocet
Lay flat, hide from the feds
F*ck around and find me dead when the story ends
Writer: Declan Beyer
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